Too Little, Too Late

Which is the story of my life  Anyway, there’s a book on Bookbub today, “The Social Anxiety Workbook for Work, Public & Social Life”, which would possible have been a great help to me years ago, but it’s kind of unnecessary now, not because I am better at things, because I’m not, but because I’m rarely in any kind of social situation where I have to interact with anyone.  Oh, well. I still have a minor freak-out every time, though.  What did I say that I shouldn’t have said, what did I do that I shouldn’t have done?  That kind of thing, then I stress about it for awhile.  I usually never find out if I said/did anything I shoudn’t because I never see most people again.  My friends have known me for a long time, some for a very long time, so they are used to me.  Both my homemakers are pretty new, and I try not to talk to much when they’re here, just in case.  Life is fun.

Not sure how I feel yet today, after the walking yesterday, a bit achy is all so far, but I’m always a bit achy. Usually the serious pain comes a couple days after whatever I did.  Delayed Pain Syndrome, another lovely benefit of Fibro.  Friends are coming tomorrow (Hooray) to help with some things, I forgot my homemaker comes tomorrow as well, and I have pt.  Hope I am not a mass of pain and can function for all of this.

Hoping to go out somewhere with Tess this afternoon.  Would like to go to stores and see Christmas and pretend I am part of it.  If you don’t get out much, and except for pt I haven’t been out for a few weeks, you kind of miss the whole Christmas shopping experience.

Oh, put up my little Christmas tree Tuesday.  Homemaker got it down for me and put down the branches.  I hate that job and it’s so easy.  Strange Jean is strange, I guess.  Anyway, it’s quite cheery at night with the little fiber-optic bulbs changing colors.  Here’s a pic from a few years ago, before they butchered the trees across the street.

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